NAMIKAZE AIMISOUMA
The average adult human has between 4.7 and 5.5 liters of blood in their bodies. That's about 7% of a person's body weight. Kushina's favorite teapot fits about 270 milliliters of tea. The amount of blood in a human body would fill Kushina's teapot about 19 times.
Thats a lot of blood.
Why is there so much blood?
It covers my hands. My clothes. My odachi...that I had put through the abdomen of the women...The man was fighting of the police that had arrived. I stated blankly at the woman, expecting her to get up and fight more, but she wasn't moving, and there was so much blood. It stained her beige shirt, and pooled around her in a crimson circle, soaking-
"Aimi-chan?" I hear the voice speaking, but the words don't make sense. My ears still rang from the explosion. I looked at him, struggling to interpret the words he said over the high pitch ringing that seemed to echo in my ears.
Blood soaked hands with white knuckles and bleeding palms wrapped around my sword hilt. My hands. Another hand placed itself on my hands. Tans skin, worn with scars and callouses from years of being a shinobi. The hands were larger than mine, but still not the hands of an adult.
"Aimi-chan?" The voice spoke again, but this time I processed the words. I look at the face of the speaker. Dark, but kind eyes greet me. Tousled black hair protrudes in every which direction from the metal plate attached to his forehead. Shisui.
I look back at the body of the Kumo woman. I didn't even know her name and I-
"Look at me, Aimi-chan." Shisui's other hand rest on my shoulder, shaking me lightly. My gaze drifts lazily off the woman and back to my senpai's face. "Good." His hand lifts from my shoulder, and moves the odachi I have a death grip on. His strong fingers slowly pry each of my hands off the hilt until I release it into his grasp.
He grips the sword, before driving the first foot of the blade into the earth beside us. "Are you hurt?"
No. I attempt to command my voice, but it refuses to obey my will. Pain in my throat doesn't allow me to speak. Instead, I just stare into Shisui's eyes.
"Aimi?" His voice sounds more worried. "Are you alright?"
"She is in shock. Shisui-kun, take her to the station. Keep her safe there, and when the village is secured, take her to the hospital." Another familiar voice says in an authoritative manor.
"Yes, Uncle." He says to Fugaku, bowing slightly as he grabs my hand. He pulls me along, and I don't resist. Fugaku lifts up my sword, and carries it off. The man stoops low, collecting the female cloud-nin's forehead protector.
I look up at the Uchiha fan inside of a shuriken. We are at the police station. I didn't feel as if we had walked that far. In fact, it is as if I blinked and we had arrived.
Uchiha Shisui
Three of my distant relatives shoot to their feet as I pull Aimisouma into the station. Eyes bleed red as they examine us, pondering if we are here to infiltrate the station. Instead of giving a proper explanation, I activate my sharingan. The world sharpens as my eyes shift to red. They can verify my identity as an Uchiha by the unique shift in my chakra that the activation of my dÅjutsu causes. It's an unmistakable and unreplicable form of identification between sharingan wielders. Even Hatake Kakashi's chakra doesn't shift in the same way ours does. The three police-jonin stand down, letting us pass.
Firmly gripping the little Namikaze's hand, I tow her through the station. Her lifeless eyes stare blankly at the floor as we pass the desks and offices. I lead her to the far back of the facility, and sit her down in one of the cubicles used by the rotating staff who helped while they were off duty. Like me. I place a hand on Aimi's shoulder, and prompt her to sit down. She falls roughly into the padded chair, eyes both a million miles away, and staring and her red stained hands.
"Wait here." I tell her, but she doesn't respond. I find a change of clothes, a steel pail and several towels in a storage closet. Where are the blankets? Filling the bucket with warm soapy water, I return to the cubicle. She hasn't moved an inch. Her brilliant blue eyes still locked on her bloody hands. The transparent liquid slowly gained a red hue as the washcloth deposited blood in the bucket. Without the red liquid staining her skin, I can see the early stages of bruises mottling patches of her skin.
I whisper to her, in a relaxing voice. I tell her stories, like the time I had glued Itachi's shoes to a tree while teaching him tree walking. Life gradually returns to her blank eyes. I finish wiping the blood off her hands, then her bare feet, and last, her face. It's already dried onto her clothes. I gently lift her odachi's scabbard off of her back, and set it on the desk.
"Here." I offer her the much too large change of clothes. "Why don't you get changed into something more comfortable." She simple nods, and walks into the bathroom to change. Several long minutes later, she shuffles out. The adult-size, grey sweatpants are bunched up around her feet, dragging as she walks. The sweatshirt looks more like a dress, falling to the girls knees, with the standard uchiha high collar reaching up to her nose. Her small hands only reached the elbows of the shirt designed for an adult male. Held tightly against her chest was a bundle of bloody clothes. A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. She looks so adorable, like a little kid that put on her parents clothes.
"Here-" I reach out, and start rolling the sleeves of the shirt, eventually revealing her hands. I fold the collar in half, revealing her face from behind it's hiding place. "If you sit on the desk, I can roll up the pant legs. That way, walking will be easier." She stares at me for a few seconds, then seems to have finally processed what I was saying. She slowly turns, and climbs onto the edge of the desk, before turning and letting her legs dangle down. I force myself not to smirk at the fact that the pant legs reach the ground.
I crouch in front of the girl again, and roll the legs, eventually exposing her shoeless feet. A couple of small cuts and burns criss cross on the soles of her feet. I'll get her a pair of socks... I stand, and turn to leave, but something -her hand- catches my wrist.
Looking back at the girl, her cerulean blue eyes stare imploringly into my charcoal ones. "Senpai..." she whispers, voice rough and dry. Minute tremors run through her body, shaking her small frame like a leaf.
"It's okay, Aimi-chan. I'm right here." Her eyes bore into mine, as if trying to reach inside my soul.
She nods several times, releasing my hands, but her trembling gets worse. What do I do?
Without thinking much more, I step forward and hug the girl. Her arms slowly wrap around me as her head sags against my shoulder. I haven't hugged a girl since...
"See Shisui, I told you that I'd beat you!" The brunette boy said with a carefree laugh.
"Shut up, Yuuta! Just you wait till we are older, then we'll see who's laughing." I had declared in anger.
My two tomoe sharingan bared at the boy I had been 'cursed' to have as a teammate.
"You are just jealous you aren't as strong as I am."
"One more word and I'll-" I had turned towards him, fist raised.
"Come on boys, stop fighting." Our female teammate shouted, stepping between the pair of us.
"Sorry, Hika-chan." Yuuta instantly apologizes to the girl, like the lovestruck dork he is, but I am to angry to care.
I kept walking, ignoring my two teammates. I elected to allow them to move off ahead of me, instead choosing to take up the rear of the group.
I find myself walking beside my sensei, a stern look plastered on his face.
"Shisui-kun, you don't always have to win."
"Yes, I do." The man sighed, but didn't press the issue. For which, at the time, I had been grateful. Now, I deeply regret not listening more closely.
"Get down!" The jonin sensei yelled, and as his students, we all dropped prone. A fireball had flown overhead, and Hika cried out as she was grazed by the fire jutsu.
Iwa-nin started running towards us, dropping from the trees, and soon, we had all been fighting for our lives.
After I had taken down the shinobi attacking me rather easily, I looked up at my team. Hika and Yuuta had both been struggling against opponents who are much stronger than them, while sensei was surrounded.
I need to help them... I had thought, I moved towards Yuuta, his opponent was giving him a lot more trouble than Hika's was.
I had hesitated. Let him prove he is strong enough to not need help. Bitterness coursed through me, and I turned to help my kunoichi teammate.
Yuuta had fallen in that battle, and I hadn't helped him. I still can feel where Hika had cried against my shoulder, banging her fists against my shoulder as I had my arms wrapped around her, pulling her back towards Konoha after our sensei and Yuuta had died. All the while, she shouted, saying it was my fault they were dead, and I agreed. I could have saved Yuuta.
I deactivate my sharingan, which I had subconsciously activated at the pain of those memories. I push off the pain, and pull Aimisouma closer to my chest, resting my cheek on the top of her head. "Don't worry, Aimi-chan. I'm not going anywhere."
UCHIHA FUGAKU
Not many things surprise me. Rarely in battle, and even less frequently in everyday life.
The Yondaime's sister has proven to be a constant surprise. Intelligent and quick, the girl has always been quite resilient.
For a seven year old, who had been about to eat dinner, whose home had just blown up, and who had just killed her first opponent, she had handled it reasonable well.
Well, not her first kill, but the first she knew of. The bear she set loose on that woman a few years ago had been rabid, and the kunoichi died from infection. Not that the Namikaze girl knew that. Her brother opted to keep that detail secret from his kid sister.
Her calm accepting of Shisui was also surprising. Sure, they had know each other for well over a year, but often when ninja are in shock, they tend to shy away from people they don't know well. Most people also tend to shy away from the Uchiha. Their stern features and commanding auras tended to intimidate even the most weathered of shinobi.
She had many unique talents, and was determined to become a strong shinobi.
Itachi, as my heir, will need to marry inside the clan. Shisui, however, is not so restricted. Perhaps I should encourage that...relationship.
I look at the girl's sword, seals and words painstakingly etched onto the metal, cord woven handle, and blood drying on the blade.
UCHIHA SHISUI
"Sorry to disturb you," a shy voice speaks from outside the cubical. "I heard you might need a medic."
A distant cousin and his teammate stand at the entrance to the cubical. I silently lift one finger to my lips, and gesture to the sleeping blonde.
We sat side by side on the floor under the desk, my arm around Aimi's shoulder, her head lolling against my shoulder as she dozed. The girl with purple clan markings on her cheeks smiles gently at us, before kneeling. Her hands do a pair of seals before her chakra starts to glow green. Her hand moves, hovering a few centimeters over her body, as she runs a diagnostic jutsu. Concern knits her brow as she passes over the Little Flash's neck and chest. She finishes her examination, then gently shakes the girl's shoulder.
With a start, Aimi wakes up. Fear is apparent in her eyes, and she instinctively pulls herself into my side.
"Sorry, Aimi-chan. I just was going to heal you, and needed you to be awake." She blinks a few times, shaking of her exhaustion, and nods at the medic-nin.
The brunette's -I think her name is Rin- glow green again, as she starts the mending process on the blonde. Aimi's face crinkles from the pain periodically, but she remains perfectly still. The last thing the medic heals is her battered bare feet. She wraps the tender soles of her feet in gauzy bandages before sending Obito to fetch a pair of shoes.
"Thank you, Rin-san."
"Any time," Rin says with a smile. "Although, I hope you don't need it."
"Me too." The little Namikaze whispers. "I just hope the people trying to kidnap me never find out I am terrible at dispelling genjutsu." She says with a sardonic smirk.
"I can fix that," I offer. She opens her mouth to reply, but we are interrupted before she can say whatever snarky response she was going to say.
"Neh, neh! Aimi-chan!" The blonde flinches at the sudden change in volume. "I got your a bunch of your stuff!"
"Thank you, Obito-san." She says, gingerly accepting her sealing book from the boy, before mumbling, "It sounds like they are calling an all clear."
"Huh? I don't hear anyth-" Obito jumps in surprise as another person teleports into the cubical.
"Ah, there you are, Aimisouma-chan." Fugaku says.
"Hello, Fugaku-san." She says quietly.
"Your brother would like to see you. However, he is willing to wait until he meeting is over." My uncle says, "But if you are able, it would be better if you show the enemy ninja that you are unfazed by this latest attack." A perplexed expression clouds Aimi's face, as she tries to make since of what Fugaku was saying. He wants her to bluff, and make the foreign shinobi think she is a lot stronger than she is, so they stop coming after her. I think Aimi came to the same conclusion, because she nods, and stands shakily. "So, are you able?" My uncle says, proffering her the sword of peace, which was now free of blood.
"Yes, sir." Aimi extends her hand, gripping the hilt. Her azure eyes shone with a fiery determination as she excepted her heirloom odachi. "Let's go show them what Konohagakure's will of fire is capable of."
